Channels Helen Mirren
Surfacing to let a little air in
Always gave me the spins
There is no sin in easy assimilation
We all get over it
To dive again same as before
Bathysphere to ocean floor
Who am I trying to kid…
I lie in the deep end
Listening to pressure sing
No one comes in past surface glim
Where real monsters swim
Down in the dim light of ego and appetite
Sex is skin
With dry hands cracked and bleeding
I failed to believe in this
At Camber Sands
I watched the sea retreating
Without a use for it
I lie in the deep end
Listening to pressure sing
No one comes in past surface glim
Where real monsters swim
Down in the dim light of ego and appetite
Where your own voice is a sound you don't recognize
Welcome distortions excuse any enterprise
Lights are on, nobody's home
But every runaway
The faithful and the fake
Will still be found by change
In spite or for the sake
I notice now...
Beautiful and strange
Brazen and ashamed are only bound to change
(I lie in the deep end
Listening to pressure sing.)
Down in the dim light of ego and appetite
Where your own voice is a sound you don't recognize
Welcome distortions excuse any enterprise
Lights are on, nobody's home
Down in the dim light of ego and appetite… listening to pressure sing
